Seriously? If Kendall stood up for herself any more than she already did, war would break out.
“Johnnie gives me everything I want.” Kendall’s vehemence appeased Fee’s annoyance at Charlotte’s interference. “I love him.”
“Too much, if you ask me,” Charlotte retorted. “He didn’t support your decision to not take those pills during your pregnancy. He kept pressuring you. How is that love?”
“He loves me completely,” Kendall argued and heaved in a breath. “I took your advice and stopped my medicine weeks ago.”
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Everyone else took Kendall at face value. Christopher was the only one who didn’t believe she’d do as expected. Not taking her meds explained a lot of Kendall’s recent behavior.
However, the circumstances Fee found herself in—at Kendall’s mercy with her blackmail—now forced her silence. Fearing Kendall’s retribution made Fee unable to run to Christopher with the news he’d suspected all along.
“What about another baby?” Charlotte’s question captured Fee’s attention. “Have you discussed another child with him?”
“Kind of.” Kendall bowed her head. “I want twins and he’s refused to allow me the means to have that happen. Harvesting my eggs, then implanting two.”
“Twins?” Fee asked, confused. “Why twins?”
“I just want them.”
Charlotte lifted a brow. “He’s denying you that request?”
“He said I can get pregnant any time I want, but the natural way.”
“Oh, that man!” Charlotte said in disgust. “How can you stand a biker?”
“He’s so much more than a biker,” Kendall defended, too lost in the conversation to notice Fee’s glare.
“He’s a biker, Kendall,” Charlotte insisted. “Period. He should worship you for giving him the time of day, darling. Don’t sell yourself short. You’re just so miserable.” She pointed to her eyes. “Do you see the bags under them? All for you. I’ve lost sleep worrying about you. They subject you to all those people. Like that Roxy woman.”
“I like Roxy.”
“You have no one else at that place.”
“She has Meggie, Zoann, Bailey, and Bunny,” Fee told her. “She has me.”
“Bunny?” Charlotte sneered. “The woman’s a nanny. What could Kendall possibly want with her? Besides, what are your qualifications?”
Fee narrowed her eyes. “I beg your pardon? My qualifications are Kendall’s concern, not yours.”
“She has Rory and Matilda to think of. Well, Matilda. Rory’s a lost cause, thanks to his father.”
Outraged, Fee gasped. “Are you…who are you?”
“Enough, Fee,” Kendall demanded as Charlotte hissed, “Excuse me?”
“You’re putting crap in Kendall’s head that might lead to problems. What are you trying to do to her?”
“I’m trying to help her, not that it’s any of your business. No one in that miserable club notices how unhappy she is.”
“Kendall isn’t unhappy,” Fee shouted, shooting to her feet. “Oh my God, I’m so telling Johnnie about this.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” Charlotte told her with a sniff. “The conversation is between Kendall and I. If you want to keep your job, I suggest you forget what you heard today.”
Fury raced Fee’s blood and pounded her pulse in impotent anger. She couldn’t go to Christopher because of her big mouth, which was the height of irony. Neither could she quit because of Christopher and her big mouth.
“I’m not listening to this nonsense. I’ll wait for you in the car, Kendall.”
Nothing would make her stay in this house. She could wait three hours for Kendall for all she cared, as long as she wasn’t subjected to Charlotte’s snobbery a moment longer.
She was so upset with the afternoon, she almost forgot about Cash’s text. Once she settled in the car and opened the windows for air, she glanced at her phone and a light bulb went off.
Her text was simple. I’ll be there.
Stretch considered declining Cash’s texted invitation, then decided he had nothing better to do. At least, his pride said that. In reality, he missed Cash and Fee.
Over the weekend, Stretch had sent her a one-word text, not sure what to say or if she wanted to hear from him. He wasn’t Cash. Receiving a response from her surprised him. Not expecting one, he couldn’t get together a decent response to kickstart the conversation, so he’d just left it at that, hoping she’d continue.